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babyfxce e – same shit lyrics

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[intro]
(it rains, n+ggas get wet, you know?)

[verse]
you want a verse and a vid, that sh+t separately
yeah, you got h+lla cheese, but no equities
i’m different, since you n+ggas pushin’ it, i’m pressin’ p
told a b+tch to take her clothes off and come wrestle me
throwing bullets while he ain’t lookin’, told him think fast
this ain’t a grand cherokee, n+gga, the jeep fast
keep one in the head, if you don’t, n+gga, that’s your ass
like saying you can put your seatbelt on before you get in a crash
naw, literally, that’s the same sh+t
i had to stop hanging around n+ggas, n+ggas be on lame sh+t
don’t claim you wanna be rich, ain’t do nothing to changе sh+t
last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the same sh+t
(last month, you had no hustlе, and this month, you on the same sh+t)
(just in the house playing the game, getting no pape’)
(last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the—) anyways
man, you n+ggas get your sh+t together
ain’t know i was the hardest young n+gga out of flint, n+gga, this a big refresher
in the motorboat with four poles on us, this fishing weather
chop talk every time you push its b+ttons, it’s a big confessor
got mac in the shop with a big compressor
b+tch keep trying to argue, my d+ck suppressed her
you speaking so highly on that b+tch and my d+ck caressed her
i ain’t even gotta use the chop, four+nick’ll stretch you
i ain’t even gotta shoot nothin’, gang pop sh+t
(d+mn, your gun hard, let me see), now this my sh+t
i open up these doors for these n+ggas, i’m a locksmith
your team need a center, they keep scorin’ on your block, b+tch
makin’ rollerworld money, on my block sh+t
b+tch, move your d+mn hand, that ain’t gon’ stop sh+t
sandpaper on the glock 22, i ain’t gon’ drop sh+t
i’m a cool dude, you’ll never catch me on no hot sh+t
unless somebody threaten me
i’ll have a rat run through your trap for that cheddar cheese
man, f+ck your plug, shop with ganja gods, they got better weed
mini drac’ burn his back up like leather seats



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